It was a quarter after five, which is substantially earlier than I’ve become accustomed to getting up but substantially later than I’ve become accustomed to waking up, and I was refreshed and rested and ready to rise. It wasn’t until I’d actually gone out and begun Friday shit-shoveling that I figured out what the problem was: No roosters.
I genuinely hadn’t realized how oppressive mornings with those damned things had become. I was starting every day hostile and slightly sleep-deprived, because of a few stupid birds. The next time we have troublesome roosters, I’m going to arrange quarters for them at Landlady’s place and they can crow to their empty little heads’ delight.
I’ve lived near roosters. Hate em’. Antithetical to sleeping, so much quieter in the pot.
Try a rooster collar on your next batch. Velcro strips layered to make one wide one about 3″ wide work great. I used the kid designed for bundling cables cuz they were free. Adjust tightness so the rooster can eat (and breathe) but not crow. Our rooster, Gladys, crowed in a whisper and was quieter than the hens.
Err kid should be kind. Where are my glasses?! 😉